Hello, I'm Flame. I was just a normal girl with a torn up, terrible, and destroyed past, or so I thought. In September, about one month away from my 16th birthday, I had a, um, argument with one of my aunt and uncle's about something that became fuzzy.
Later that night, a fire started in my room. A sweet, addicting, sent enveloped me and a strong, warm, body brought me safely outside. My aunt and uncle died in the fire that sprouted from my fingertips.
At the new school that I had to go to, a sweet and kind boy, who had the same scent to my secret hero, was told to show me around. He brought the old me out, like my half-brother, both of my twin brothers, and my twin sister use to, the me was hidden between the emotionless me and a fake me, that was always faking happy, as well. He made me truly happy. He brought my emotion's and love back into my life after I thought I lost it for good.
Then I found out he was a vampire, and my aunt and uncle were not lying about me about being a hybrid, half pureblood vampire, and half Trueblood werewolf, with a spell that was put on me by my parents to keep me safe from my uncle, who killed them. The spell made me human so it was harder to track me down.
I thought that nothing could surprise me after that, but I was wrong, very wrong. The sweet, kind, boy, Romano was my soulmate? And is there more surprises coming?
Will I be able to survive this big, no huge, change, or will I end up permanently killing myself, or dying like so many of my family members have?
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The sequel is called 'The Spark'
_A broken wolf_
I have longed for a mate and yearned for love. Maybe my parents loved me, but I have no memory of either of them. My aunt never cared about me and I don't know why she even bothered raising me in the first place.
I have faced terrible beatings and abuse by my aunt. My memories were taken away whenever I witnessed something I shouldn't. I was broken. I didn't think I could be broken down more.
Until I was mated to the future Alpha of the Shadow Pack. The Pack's playboy with a new girl in his bed almost every week. I thought he'd change and see me for who I am and not just someone he's forced to be with.
But he didn't so I ran away, leaving the werewolf world behind and entering a new one.
_The Alpha_
Growing up, I thought I had everything, but there was always something missing. The day she left ruined me inside. I searched for her endlessly, until I found her five years later.
She was broken, something I realized was mine to fix, including the damage I caused as well.
But things happened at the wrong time.
I declared war with the other purebloods who wanted hybrids dead. A war she wanted nothing to do with. She never wanted this life and yet I forced her back into it.
I killed the Dark Alpha, slowly trying to tear his empire apart throughout my miserable years. After everything, I just wanted her to be mine again and I prayed that's what I got once everything was over.